1 Come now
you rich, weep, howling in your miseries, in those which are coming upon you.
2 Your riches have rotted and your garments have become moth-eaten.
3 Your gold and silver have tarnished, and their tarnish will be for a testimony
against you and will be eating your flesh like fire. You
have stored up
treasure in
your\'b0 last days.
4 Behold, the wages of the workers who mowed your farmlands,
the wages which have been defrauded by you, are crying out
against you and the cries of those who reaped have entered into the ears of the Lord of Hosts.
5 You have caroused upon the land and are self-indulgent; you have nourished your hearts as in a day of slaughter.
6 You have sentenced
others, you murdered the righteous; there is no resisting in you.
7 Therefore brethren, have patience until the presence of the Lord. Behold, the farmer is waiting for the precious fruit of the earth, having patience over it, until it should receive
the morning and evening rainfall.
8 You also, have patience; establish your hearts, because the presence of the Lord has drawn near.